Tipping the scales at 5 pounds and 15 ounces, Babie Silverman has decided she would prefer “natural” delivery. On Thursday, The Princess was given the go ahead to enjoy all the intense pleasures of labor.
Lucky her (and me!).
I threatened to post more photos of BS today. But, ultrasounds in the last month tend to be a tangled mess of legs and arms, all cramped together. Oddly enough, the only photo we could get was a 3D picture confirming gender.
This blog might get shut down if I posted that photo!
I promise more pictures of The big girl for Monday.
That certainly is THE question for our last ultrasound this coming Thursday. Yael has had marginal placenta previa since the 2nd trimester. If it hasn’t resolved by now (36th week) then we’ll have to schedule a C-section.
To be honest, we’re a little conflicted on the matter. While pretty darn invasive, C-sections do have a few benefits.
Not least of which, we kinda like the idea of our extended-stay house guest showing up at her appointed time . . . just common courtesy ya know.
P.S. We also plan to triple check gender. Don’t want any surprises come D-day. Either that or BS will just learn to love pink!
In case any of you are unable to attend either of these remarkable classes, Yael and I are happy to share our notes:
To set the scene, imagine – if you will – 9 VERY pregnant and anxious couples, cramped together in a classroom for 7 hours, practicing the art of the newborn baby . . . with a semi-realistic plastic doll.
One word describes this scene: awkward.
How else would one describe 9 grown men rythmically bouncing on oversized blue rubber balls, while lulling an inanimate baby to sleep with the soothing sounds of their voice? All in synchrony.
Definitely awkward.
Yael and I are now prepared to address numerous potential crises, including: the fussy babie, gassy tummy, stealth poop, neck cheese and the ever popular ’blowout’.
Nothing very glamorous about this job.
‘Barks and Babies’ was equally informative and surprisingly reassuring. Though you may find this hard to believe, evidently there are couples out there who are far more neurotic than we are.
We left with a sense of relief that even if Princessa Schnitzelle doesn’t love her competition as much as we do, that our problems won’t be half as bad as the family with the 90 pound pit bull – lab mix who obsessively hunts the family of skunks in his backyard. Not pretty.
Yael and I are at a loss. We have grown increasingly anxious as so few people – strangers or otherwise – have spontaneously erupted into sermons on newborn or parental advice.
As a result, we deplore you to please submit all advice to the following email address where each and every one of the cultural learnings will be collected for the glorious benefit of the Silverman Family.
Such highly helpful gems as:
“You’d better save up on sleep” and “Your life will never be the same”
Are just as welcome the first time, as they will be on the 197th. So, please keep any and all of them coming.
Advice@auto-delete.com
Love,
Us
P.S. Just teasing. We do love all the advice.
I’ll concede that the recently crowned Miss Universe is pretty decent looking, but let’s be honest, she really doesn’t hold a candle to Babie Silverman.
Have you ever seen cheeks that squeezable!
Yael thinks BS’s lips look like mine. A good thing really. With Mexican food three times a week, I was beginning to get suspicious of the chihuahua down the hall.
